Mothers talk to you like nothing is better
Than you going out on a Tuesday
Well I'm not sure what to do
But man I swear man I'm slavin' far away
An' why is it that always on the weekend, no-one ever about to shout
Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard?
As a matter of fact I'm never quite sure.
A-blaze it down & pull yourself up
Pull yourself right to the hook shook man crooks
Never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty minds in the sermon movin around of this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down
And rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Years Eve is always shit?
Dontcha know what i mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we're rolling
Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice
Never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with head lice
Never been better than money never been aw at least startin to see it
I've always been around this town
Since the first day I was born
An' i've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squandered it all and